The day was young. The world was full of surprises.
Twilight woke up with a slight hangover. She’d live. Everything was horrible now, but that was only until another drink. And then everything would be alright.
Twilight sat up on her bed, and the first thing she noticed was that something’s wrong. She felt like there was less stuff in her bedroom, but that was probably because she was still groggy and sleepy. It’s probably an illusion of some sort.
Twilight came out of her bedroom, and the first thing she noticed was the noises of a commotion outside. She didn’t like a commotion outside her library, so she came out. There was a royal cart there, full of her stuff. “What are you doing!?”
Rainbow Dash came from the side with eyes full of daggers and a matching scowl. “The real question would be what are you doing?”
Twilight angrily pointed at the pile of her stuff. “They’re taking my stuff!”
Still maintaining her glare, Rainbow carefully said, “No, those are Spike’s stuff.”
With the same level of anger, she shouted back, “Well, why are they taking Spike’s stuff!?”
Rainbow jabbed her on the ribs, hard enough for her to stumble back. “Because he’s leaving.”
“What!?” Twilight jabbed Rainbow back. “He’s not leaving! What makes you think he’s leaving!? Who’s taking Spike away!?”
Rainbow raised her wing high and slapped her across the face. Twilight spun back at the force, and with her footing still unsteady, she fell to the ground. Rainbow loomed over her and spat, “Well, it’s already obvious that you can’t take care of a child!”
Twilight rubbed her cheeks, red and bruised, but it’s nothing as to what made her confused. “Spike’s not my child, he’s my little brother!”
“And he’s still a child!” And with that last shout, Rainbow turned around and left.
Still splayed on the ground, Twilight looked around the multitude of ponies carrying stuff away from the library and fastening them to the cart. There, on the driver’s seat of the cart, was Spike and a royal guard. Twilight called, “Spike, come here!”
Spike glanced back, saw her, and quickly looked away.
Twilight felt at that moment that her brain disappeared. She knew her brain disappeared because the brain was the blob of chemicals that made the chemicals that made her feel. She wasn’t feeling anything anymore, and it was obvious that her brain disappeared. She felt nothing as the cart left with all of Spike’s stuff. She felt nothing as the hours ticked by. She felt nothing as Princess Celestia popped into the library only to give her a letter denouncing her as her personal student. She felt nothing as her friends came and she slammed the door on their faces. She felt nothing as she munched on the bowl of nothingness for dinner, and she felt nothing on her tongue as she drank what’s supposed to be vodka, what’s supposed to taste like death and vomiting and instead only tasted like water. She felt nothing as she fell on her bed with an empty bottle in tow, and she felt nothing as the sun came back, and the sun fell, and the sun fell down again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again again again again again again again again again again again again ad infinitum,
Viva la Vodka!